Glenda Bailey-Mershon

I come from the mountains, from a textile mill-working family. My mother and her mother could weave a knot that was barely visible, but which held under great stress. I've tried to apply their skill with threads to words. Here is my wider world view. Thanks be to all the ancestors who brought me here.

Cafe Day: April 15 at Cup 0′ Jo’nes

The Dodge City area is different in many ways from what I’ve known. One huge difference is the wind and the dust that creeps in everywhere, coats everything. Battling your steering wheel down a Highway 50 on a two-lane road, with trucks barreling past you at high speed in the opposite lane, requires more vigilance than I’m used to affording driving. Then, when I get there, my windshield is nearly opaque with earth flung by the wind. I could wash the car every day if I didn’t have other things to do.

Like finishing my next novel as well as a short story for a new anthology. So today it’s off to Dodge and the wonderful consistency of my favorite coffee shop, called Cup o’ Jo’nes and run entirely by women, a diverse crew who all know my order before I speak. I plan to introduce you to them at some point, but for today you have to be content with this photo and I have to get onto he writing treadmill. The story is afoot and I plan to chase it down.

Bobbi

Missed your Mon. AM post, but enjoyed these last 2 and your story, “Being Emily.”
Spent my 3 hrs today mostly doing a timeline and background stories for Randi’s parents and little brother, then dropping tidbits of all that into the first nine (“completed”) chapters, providing motivation and some foreshadowing to the eventual fate of the poor, sickly tot. His illness will provide major plot turns for Randi in the next four chapters as she tries to sort out feelings for the two boys she’s attracted to.